Knock, knock.
“Come in,” I called, staring at my computer screen. My roommate, Tanya, walked in and handed me a piece of paper. It had a local address scrawled across it.
“Greg, can you take me here tomorrow at two o’clock?” Tanya asked, voice shaky.
“Uh, sure,” I stammered. I was confused -- she had a car and could take herself. “Why? What’s going on
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